Friends and blog readers often ask me why I do all the canning and freeze drying that I do. Here’s a good reason. This is also the reason why I do not like eating out. Even the few places that I will go to, I have a hard time eating out. I start wondering if the employees washed their hands; if they . . you don’t want to know all the things that go through my head. I figure it’s some mental issue I have . . right up there with not being able to drive across bridges.
So . . yesterday about 1 p.m., we went to the restaurant Vince likes and I truly detest. Most of the time he will go by himself but yesterday, I was trying to be nice, though I didn’t need a single thing from town but I went with him.
Last night, he went to bed early . . said he wasn’t feeling well. About 11 p.m., I started feeling really bad. Stomach cramps like I’ve never had . . I’ll spare you the rest of the details.
Vince and I both were sick all night. I took Imodium about 2 a.m. and followed the instructions on the bottle. By 3 a.m., I’d had my max dosage for the day. I think it was about 4:30 when I finally was able to go to sleep. Most of the day, we felt bad. Vince called the health department to see if there had been any other complaints. The guy said “Did you eat ice cream?” Yes. He told Vince he’d made them remove the ice cream machine but apparently they thought it was ok and put it back. The health department is going back tomorrow to check things out. If I had to guess, I say the health department is a frequent visitor at this restaurant and that does not surprise me.
I’m not saying it was the restaurant. All I’m saying for sure is we were both pretty sick all night.
This evening Vince said “Chicken soup sounds good.” Since about 2 p.m., Vince had been trying to think of something we might eat. Nothing sounded good to me but chicken soup . . I could go for that.
I grabbed a jar of chicken and a jar of broth. I knew we didn’t need that much chicken so I put half of it in another jar and I’ll make quesadillas in the next day or so.
The chickens were happy because they got the carrot peelings.
From the time I opened the jar, cut the carrots, shredded the chicken, and dished it up, it took about 10 minutes.
Served with shredded parmesan cheese and saltine crackers . . that is good for the soul!
I’m feeling much better but Vince is still not feeling so great. Hopefully tomorrow, we’ll both be back to normal but you can bet I never go back to that restaurant. I wouldn’t bet the farm that Vince won’t go back though.